Billy DeFacto

Every time these people aren't laughed out of the room the world gets a little bit worse.

V. is the only Pynchon I have left to read. 2666 is one of those books you never recover from. Will definitely have to check out The Kills.

I feel like under a normal administration this comment would trigger some kind of investigation. Who are you sending $500 million in bitcoin to, Eric?

8,000 nonsense books that nobody asked for and no one will read.

Joanna Newsom is a poet who just happens to have one of the most haunting singing voices in human history. Excellent combo.

In ‘Shadow Ticket’ and ‘One Battle After Another,’ Thomas Pynchon's Paranoia Meets Our Moment In Paul Thomas Anderson's box-office-dominating ‘Vineland’ riff and a new 1930s-set novel by the reclusive maestro himself, eccentric characters face down fascism on the rise.

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What the fuck?

Exactly. That's how you end up with had hads and other ugly things like that everywhere.

This, plus being stuck with the canon of the previous three terrible movies and sticking with the, "people are bored by real dinosaurs, we need hybrids/mutants," routine. All things I feel were probably forced on them by higher ups.

I think the main issue is they were only given a year to make it. It definitely feels rushed.

Not defending Spotify, but I think you're confusing Spotify with Pandora. You can choose what you listen to on Spotify.

I love how headlines like this always conveniently leave out the "over millions of years" part.

God, the "random celebrity was replaced by a clone" stuff really drives me insane. Do they not get that people's bodies change over time? It's called aging, people. No, Paul McCartney did not secretly die in a car wreck in the 80s or whatever.

Forever Howlong is great.

It definitely gives, "It's just a prank, bro, why you mad?" energy.

Send Thomas Pynchon simply for the irony of loading an octogenarian paranoid famous for decrying the dangers of rockets into a rocket.

The amount of people I see licking their fingers while counting money is way too high. People just don't get it.

Made the mistake of watching this scene for the first time by myself in complete darkness. Had to immediately turn the movie off, turn on all my lights, and go to sleep. Finished the movie the next day. I have never had such a visceral reaction to a movie scene before or since.

We need a fake Thomas Pynchon posting about entropy.

Ghost Pains by Jessi Jezewska Stevens

The title track for this one is 24 minutes of the proggiest of metal.

It never ceases to amaze me how animal illiterate some people are.